Half Man Half Biscuit - Them's The Vagaries Lyrics
You may have to rescue meFrom limestone quarries frequentlyThose corporate stunt shows you attendYou’ll never get asked back againSay!Hello spinal curvatureGet used to the mirthless furnitureNow we’ve kissed I’ve written this listI thought you ought to knowThem’s the vagariesThem’s the vagariesThem’s the vagariesThem’s the vagariesThem’s the vagariesThem’s the vagariesWell I’ll not sit backwards on the trainI can’t say I’ll always flush the chainAnd what I call pleasure you may call painI’m talking five-day testsPrepare to lose your dignityAs I ride to victoryDown the aisles at TescoWearing nothing much at allAncient pack-horse bridges we’ll avoidMarijuana bores must be destroyedBin men thin men lexicographersSquid yes, not so octopusEgg sandwiches on coach trips in JuneI simply won’t be thereNo way joke shop excrementDon’t say the light show’s excellentIt makes you smell of the laboratory instead of aFan of the bandThem’s the vagaries…Oh Brit Pop, turquoise, chips with apricotSheepskin nose-band, kids in AldershotYou point to finches in my yard and you ask:What’s them things there?Them’s the aviariesThem’s the aviariesThem’s the aviariesThem’s the aviariesAnd I’ve been saving theseThings just for youFor youFor youFor you
